Thursday night racing saw us seriously depleted in numbers, just the three of us Dave, Bob and me. Just the thing when it's blowing dogs off leads. We had an excellent start in a No. 4 and 1 reef sailplan, I guess it was about 23 knots out there. We decided to go for the pole less hoist again and it all went well until we tried to climb too high without putting the pole on first and a nice big gust span us and we broached. Probably the most over we've ever been in the boat and there was nothing for it but to blow the guy completely, enevitably meaning that the crappy Gibb clip opened mid air and that's another 16m of spinnaker guy/sheet at the bottom of Weymouth Bay.
We found another bit of rope to use as a temporary guy and we were back in the game. Some exhilirating times, but I'm sure the boat is faster port tack than starboard - what's all that about!
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